"Although that atavistic Mega Gyarados has sustained a minor drain on its ancestral life-essence core, the remaining physical components are more than premium enough to comfortably nurture any high-tier Dragon or Flying-type asset in my stable."
With the physical field now entirely cleared of external variables, the situation shifted from an environmental clash into a grim, absolute survival duel between Gengar and the Basculegion.
Under the harsh parameters of the underworld laws, only a single phantom would clear this sector alive.
The Abyssal Soul-Eater unhinged its jaws once more, its swirling, helical rows of metallic teeth catching the afternoon sunlight to glint with a piercing, deathly brilliance.
However, having just forcefully swallowed and sealed the Champion-tier dragon souls of both Kingdra and Mega Gyarados back-to-back, Gengar's ethereal framework had reached its absolute metabolic ceiling.
Its shadow-stomach was visibly bloated and distended, to the point where the muffled, furious roars of the two fallen marine kings could be heard vibrating directly beneath its purple skin.
Sensing the immense structural strain, the sealed souls of the two ancient dragons unified their remaining mental frequencies inside Gengar's core, launching a violent internal rebellion to tear its phantom walls apart.
Gengar (Neural Distress Stream): Agony... the cognitive friction is splitting my primary matrices!
"Return to the shadow layer and focus your containment sub-routines, Gengar!"
Feng Che immediately raised his hand, authorizing a rapid recall command to draw the thrashing shadow ghost back into his personal shadow layer to shield it from further external friction.
The exact millisecond the ghost vanished, the Basculegion violently broke through the surface foam, its fanged mouth cutting a direct vertical trajectory toward Feng Che's coordinates on the observation walkway.
Its intent was completely transparent—by forcefully liquidating and swallowing the human commander, it would automatically siphoned the contents of his shadow layer, reclaiming its stolen harvests.
But right before its teeth could close over the iron railing, a dense, glowing golden wall of pure kinetic energy crystallized flawlessly across the airspace.
BANG!
The massive ghost-fish struck the Protect wall head-on, the intense kinetic deflection sending its heavy chassis sliding clumsily back down into the ocean water.
"My deepest gratitude, Mewtwo. Had your network not maintained that tracking block, my station would have been swallowed whole," Feng Che noted, a subtle layer of cold sweat coating his spine beneath his cloak.
"Your Gengar requires an extended, high-discipline slumber cycle to safely partition and digest the raw data clusters of those two Champion-tier soul-cores," Mewtwo's voice broke through his mind, its sensory arrays finalizing a diagnostic scan of his shadow.
"Step aside, Feng Che. Allow my framework to initiate a definitive purge and liquidate this troublesome fish."
The genetic god unsealed its absolute parameters, its bipedal form bursting out of the master ball to hover directly over the water.
With a casual, authoritative sweep of its three-digited palm, the newly cleared blue sky buckled as a colossal matrix of dark storm clouds was forcefully drawn back into the quadrant, cloaking its divine profile from any external tracking arrays.
"There is no tactical utility in permitting our operations to leave a visual record on the global tracking satellites."
Registering the world-ending energy spikes radiating from Mewtwo's small, sleek chassis, the Basculegion's predatory instincts completely collapsed into absolute, primitive terror.
Escape. My school must drop back into the abyssal trenches immediately, its central processing unit shrieked in panic.
Splash!
The ghost-fish dove head-first into the dark water, converting its entire mass into a faint, high-velocity ink-blur that shot toward the deep shelves at a speed it had never previously calculated across its entire multi-century career track.
Yet, just as its sensory nodes indicated it had safely cleared Mewtwo's immediate telekinetic reach, the surrounding geometric space violently inverted and re-stitched itself.
"You've allocated considerable muscle torque to this retreat, Spirit-Eater. Exactly which coordinate block did your framework think it could reach?"
Feng Che's cool, mocking voice echoed smoothly from directly behind its dorsal fins.
The absolute shock caused a severe layer of cold spiritual fluid to weep from the fish's hide. Turning its head, the legendary Sovereign of the Nether-Sea found its entire bipedal frame violently trembling before the teenager's gaze.
Its jaws clicked erratically, projecting a series of low-frequency, distorted acoustic ripples across the water—a literal, desperate plea for diplomatic mercy directed straight toward Mewtwo's console.
As expected of the absolute apex battle-spec weapon engineered by the central laboratories of Team Rocket... Contain its movements smoothly, Feng Che reasoned.
Mewtwo harbored zero intentions of granting a non-aggression clearance to this entity. The sheer density of the screaming phantoms and stolen human souls bound within its tail confirmed that this monster had executed countless unsanctioned slaughters across its timeline.
"My master instructions initially contained a variable to grant your life-force clearance, but the underlying composition of your spiritual aura triggers an exceptional level of disgust within my parameters," Mewtwo stated coldly, throttling its psychokinetic output to absolute maximum torque.
The crushing telekinetic gravity field wrapped tightly around Basculegion's chassis, compressing its atomic structure until its entire physical framework violently splintered and burst into a cloud of dark energy.
Yet, a fraction of a second later, the scattering purple soot forcefully re-converged, stitching its parameters back together to manifest a secondary, noticeably smaller iteration of the ghost-fish.
"An anomalous loop... I explicitly utilized my mental frequency to permanently erase its central consciousness matrix, yet its framework commands autonomous reconstruction variables," Mewtwo noted, its brow forming a sharp furrow as it turned to Feng Che.
"If my historical database matches these structural parameters, this Basculegion shares a direct, hereditary link with the Ancient Imperial Sepulchers we are tracking."
"It is highly probable that this specific entity was systematically cultivated and anchored across these marine trenches by the ancient monarch himself—functioning explicitly as a deep-sea soul-harvesting engine to funnel capital spiritual reserves to fuel his own resurrection sequence when the timeline clears."
Feng Che finalized the deduction, his expression turning exceptionally grim. "The volume of human and Pokémon lives this ancient house has liquidated over a ten-century epoch to feed this engine is staggering."
Initially, Feng Che had calculated that once his Gengar secured a stable footing within the Champion tier, dismantling the ancient imperial tomb would be a linear tactical run.
But evaluating the field now—where a common external guardian fish commanded automated revival sub-routines—the potential danger index of the true millennium phantoms sleeping inside the inner burial vaults scaled exponentially. Combined with the ancient mechanical traps and geometric layout anomalies of the tomb, breaching that sanctuary would be a monumental crucible.
Following its forced reconstruction, the shrunken Basculegion's behavioral script defaulted to total, unmitigated cowardice—the raw trauma of being manually snapped out of existence by Mewtwo had completely broken its focus.
Mewtwo simply clenched its palm, its telekinesis condensing the remaining spiritual mass of the fish, compressing and sealing its entire energy matrix into a dense, solid, palm-sized Obsidian Core Orb.
"The target asset has been thoroughly suppressed and anchored within this stasis core. The exact millisecond your Gengar finalizes the calibration of Kingdra and Gyarados's soul-data, you may authorize a closed-quarter duel to let it systematically swallow this orb," Mewtwo briefed efficiently, before dissolving into a red stream of light to return to its capsule.
The Fruits of the Sea
With the suppression of the final sentinel node, the artificial tempest unraveled completely, clearing the path to Alola.
As Captain Shiranui and his elite deckhands slowly regained consciousness on the bridge, rubbing their temples to clear the psychic static, their eyes locked onto the viewport—only to be met with a spectacular, jaw-dropping sight.
Floating limply across the glassy, sunlit ocean surface were hundreds of completely winded, unconscious Seadra and Kingdra from the fallen monarch's bloodline.
"Elite Feng Che... does our house truly command the administrative clearance to initiate capture protocols across these assets?!" Captain Shiranui stammered, his lone eye wide with pure, ecstatic shock as he looked at the teenager.
"Naturally, Captain. Consider these dragon bloodlines a premium corporate bonus bankrolled by my office to compensate your crew for navigating our hull through a maximum-intensity hazard zone," Feng Che laughed easily, waving his hand.
Feng Che harbored zero personal interest in adding common Yellow or Green-tier Seadra variants to his personal box. However, he carefully utilized his diagnostic visor to scan the floating pools, isolating a pristine, newly hatched Horsea commanding an exceptional Light-Blue Aptitude rating and a hyper-dense ancestral Dragon-type chromosome count.
He tossed a standard capsule to secure the infant predator, transitioning it to Arthur's designated account ledger as a retainment favor, while securing a secondary master-tier Horsea block for his own breeding pools.
"The baseline genetic potential of this specific Horsea is extraordinary. Ensure your station enforces a rigid tutoring regimen over its schedules; I shall draft a customized High-Purity Nutrient Paste Recipe to optimize its metabolic curve."
Feng Che extracted a data slate, his pen smoothly recording a complex, highly specialized sequence of rare berries and deep-sea medicinal flora required to synthesize the feed.
"Furthermore, this represents the foundational catalyst required to comfortably authorize its final Kingdra metamorphosis—a pristine Unnerve Scale."
He reached down, casually detaching a shimmering, high-purity armored plate from the captured Elite-tier Kingdra carcass before handing the mineral block to Arthur.
"My house expects your station to develop these parameters until you claim a seat among the elite Master Sea-Hunters of the global tracks."
Overwhelmed by absolute, unmitigated gratitude toward the Elite, Captain Shiranui bowed until his forehead nearly touched the rail before retreating to the command bridge to coordinate his crew.
The grand harvesting feast across the channel sustained momentum for a full two hours. Only after every single sailor's private stable of capture balls was completely saturated with high-tier assets did Shiranui reluctantly engage the primary thrusters, charting a clean navigation vector toward the Alolan Archipelago.
The remaining leg of the maritime transit cleared without a single tactical deviation. Satiated by the massive financial capital and high-tier assets bankrolled by Feng Che's office, the deck crew burned their machinery at maximum efficiency to compress the timeline.
The singular, minor disappointment Feng Che logged throughout the cruise was that despite tracking the spatial fluctuations continuously through his visor, the ambient rifts remained stable, preventing his sensors from logging an active Ultra Wormhole opening event before the coastline materialized on his horizon.
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